Wednesday, August 18, 2010


My favorite?
Emo Wolverine.


I love the Depp.

Thursday, August 12, 2010


Alright guys, I'm doing it.
I'm caving.

Well, again.

Tonight, Mo and I are going to drink champagne, and sign up for

the dreaded dating scene.... via the interwebs.

This is kind of an extension of our singlehood, adventurous natures, and our unfortunate willingness to do anything for the sake of a good story.

I'll be cataloguing these adventures over at

Feel free to mock us. Or support us.

Or hell, ask us out.

We *probably* won't mock you mercilessly.


Tuesday, April 20, 2010



I friggin love Glee.
I'm a total Gleek.
Glee is the best thing to happen to tv.
I have goose bumps.

Ok, first off- Emma, (who I friggin LOVE and totally want to dress like,) was wearing a sweater that I own. LIke my favorite sweater. Which I am definitely wearing to work tomorrow. (And that was awesome. Like, lots of screaming and running upstairs to procure said sweater.)

Like, I now hate my real life High School experience because none of these hawt guys sang to me (even though HS was really rad. And Adam Lambert did sing to me, but that was in the context of a play.) So. Hot. I mean, I know that it shouldn't be?! But so hot. It was fodder for my imagination like whoa. Because I would love to hook up with any one of those 3 guys, ( I know that the one guy is gay.) THE O FACES, come on. Or sing like any of those girls. And have choreographed foreplay. Actually, maybe that one the most. That, and I've been a bit randy as of late. weird. Should I not write that? Would it be awkward to have that out in the realm of public knowledge? Shmeh.

The last scene with the choir? Goosebumps.
So awesome.
I friggin love this show.

Sue? Brittany? Schuster's O-Face? Emma wearing my sweater? Kurt and Mercedes getting some love?

choreographed foreplay.

As soon as I finish squee-ing, Imma pass out from exhaustion.


Thursday, March 18, 2010

This is what the inside of my head looks like.

Watch this.
I DARE you to not laugh.

and ye be warned- you will get this shit stuck in your head.


Tuesday, February 23, 2010


I squint past the muddied snow drift blocking my home's walkway, an ugly stepcousin to the fleecy blankets of weeks before.

I curse swiftly at the hidden puddle that drenches my shoes through, my socklessness suddenly revealed to be the folly it is.

One gust of wind comes up and whips the fridgid air into my eyes and ears, rudely ruffling my hair and lifting up the hem of my jacket, a brisk frisk.

Then comes the rain, and with it the final straw.
One drop at a time, smearing mascara and weakening my resolve.
My tears fall with the water from the sky, and they are tears for summer.

I close my eyes to shut out the darkness and travel to another sunnier time.

I can feel the warmth of the sun beaming down at me. That welcomed stifling feeling from warm air and blinding light. Feel the crinkle of my toasted nose from a day in the sand, my tank top and flipflop straps holding on my clothing for modesty alone, not warmth. The concept of a jacket and scarf foreign and forgotten- sunglasses and bathing suits are easier to wear, and don't hang as heavy on your heart.

I smell that intoxicating cocktail of sunscreen, bug spray, and light beer- the only liquid essentials for a summer excursion. Our Lady, the sun, stays out to play all day long. Only taking brief respite in the shade of thunderstorms, welcomed to break the heat. The fireflies come out to show off, and we admire their displays. Every night ends a bit later with the tinge of satisfaction from fun well-had.

There is an ephemeral excitement, as if anything is possible and will come to be. In summertime, you can go anywhere, do anything, and there is much more weight in the meaning of "Friday." Our weekends are each vacations in miniature.
Cameras come out, stories and anecdotes are all shared on Monday around the breakroom microwave, each of us pining for another glorious window of possibility that will come after a few days of "work."

Smiles and jokes pass easier. There is a sense of light and shine in the world. Enthusiasm and exhaustion take turns, making the days and weeks and moments fly by, the thrilling speed adding to the magic.

I just have to remember that these days of winter will somehow pass, although maybe never fly, and there will be that first day I don't have to wear a jacket. I will buy a new sundress and get that first tan line. I will see the beach with its seagulls and seashells again.

and I will see the sun again.

She just likes to make an entrance.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Being a Grown-Up BLOWS.

I mean, come on.

I feel like all of my friends are just having an AWESOME time.

My bestie just called me from Disneyland, where it's HOT, (don't even get me started on the f$#%$ing weather. It's like 4 outside. Where are we, Wisconsin? No.) And she's going to go drink Boddington's and eat yummy desserts later with another friend. This is AFTER the weekend where she made magic and squishing noises with her MF unicorn- the high school crush all other guys will have to measure up to.

My other best friend just got to take MOTHER FRIGGING TRAPEZE lessons- that is, in between her Beatles' rockband sessions and hours of surfing.

Other friends are travelling, getting engaged, starting school, moving, going out, having babies, throwing parties, etc. etc. etc. ad nauseum.

Wanna know what's going on with me?

I made pork chops last night.

and it was kind of a big deal.


are you shitting me.

Now, the problem is- I'm TOTALLY excited for everyone participating in the proceedings of AWESOME.

however- past the happiness, there is a twinge of jealousy.
and it makes my cubicle feel even more prison-like than usual.

You guys had better watch out, because I may SERIOUSLY go base jumping or join the circus or drop out of life and move to New Zealand to tend bar to catch up on all of the excitement.

Then again, I got to have leftover pork chops- and they were downright tasty.